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THE SIMPLE TRAVELLER. 

i. 

THREE LITTLE PUPPY-DOGS. 

A simple fellow once went forth from the 
land of Noodles to travel in a far country, 
and in the far country he saw on the ground 
one day, three little animals. He took up 
one of them, looked in its face and said : 

“ What is this, I wonder? It has big ears, 
but its tail is short ; very short. Now pray 
what is the use of having a tail at all if it 
must be so short ? The animal cannot watr 
that tail. The animal cannot drive the flies 
off of himself with that tail. The animal 
cannot wind that tail around a tree branch 
and hang there by it. Do you see me, little 
animal ? Or are your eyes too small to see 
with ? I should like to know your name.” 

A man called out from a stable near by, 

“ Why, it is a puppy-dog ! ” 

“ Ah ! so that is your name ” said the simple 
fellow. “ I will tell the people of the Land 
of Noodles, that in a far country I saw three 
small snub-nosed animals called puppy- 
dogs. 




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“ WHAT IS THIS ? ” 



THE SIMPLE TRAVELLER. 


ii. 

FOUR LITTLE PTPPY-DOGS. 

The simple fellow from the Land of 
Noodles travelled farther into the far coun- 
try, and one night he came to a barn which 
had a light shining from its window. He 
peeped through a crack and saw, inside, a 
tall man with a high-crowned hat, and four 
little animals. Two of these were taking 
something with their tongues, and the other 
two were looking at the two which were 
taking something with their tongues. 

“ Ah ! Four little puppy-dogs ! ” said he, 
“ The first time three ; this time four. I 
wonder what those two are taking ? It must 
be medicine ; and that tall man must be the 
doctor. He came in the dark and brought 
his lantern. I suppose that when the two 
good puppy-dogs have taken their medicine 
they will have some sugar-lumps from the 
doctor’s bowl. The two who will not take 
their medicine will no doubt have the head- 
ache. The first time three, this time four, 
perhaps the next time five.” 




IT MUST BE 


MEDICINE. 





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THE SIMPLE TRAVELLER. 


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SEVEN LITTLE PUPPY-DOGS. 

The simple fellow from the Land of 
Noodles travelled farther in the far country, 
and one day he came to a sunny flower 
garden. In the midst of the flowers he 
found not only five, but seven of the little 
animals, packed in a basin. 

“Ah! seven little puppy-dogs!” said he, 
“ made into a pie. I wonder do they make 
such pies in this country? Yes, it must be. 
And they do not use ovens, they set pies to 
bake in the sun. The pie has no top-crust. 
Why is this ? Why has the pie no top- 
crust? To be sure ! I see! Because the 
seven heads might make seven holes in the 
top-crust.” 

A man working in the garden said to 
him : 

“ You must be a simple fellow to suppose 
anybody would make that sort of a pie, or 
would set any sort of a pie to bake in the sun.” 

“Yes, sir,” he answered, “ I am a simple 
fellow. I came from the Land of Noodles, 
to travel in this far country.” 




THE SNOW COUNTRY. 


Start some clay, when a cold North wind 
is blowing, and travel with that North wind 
blowing in your face, and if you go far 
enough you will learn why it is cold, for you 
will reach the country of snow. You will 
find there neither trees, nor houses, nor 
churches, nor stores, nor school-houses, nor 
Cars, nor carriages, nor horses. They have 
a short summer, but during the greater part 
of the year the people there live in little 
round snow-huts of the shape of a 
hay-cock. They have no chairs, no tables, 
no bedsteads, no dishes, no cloth, no leather, 
no iron, no glass, no books, no paper. If 
you lived in that country, your father, or 
your uncle, or your big brother, would hunt 
bears, and you and all the family would wear 
bear-skin clothing, and eat bearsteak for 
dinner. He would take the bones of wal- 
ruses and whales and make a sled, and har- 
ness in his reindeer and take his family out 
riding; or he might harness in half-a-dozen 
long-haired dogs, in a long single file and try 
to keep them straight with a very long whip. 
Even if the ride were long you would not see 
much besides snow-drifts. 


REINDEER RIDE. 




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COMFORT. 


Won’t papa buy you a pony Charlie? 
Well, I wouldn’t care about a pony. 

Don’t be sorry, Charlie, I wouldn’t be 
sorry. 

Once there was a boy and he had a pony, 
and he went to ride on the pony, and it let 
him fall off and hurt him, and he had the 
doctor. 

I wouldn’t care about a pony. Maybe it 
would grow up into a horse, and once there 
was a horse that bit a man’s hand and made 
a sore there ; and once there was another 
horse that kicked a man when he was giving 
him some hay, and he did not think he 
would kick. 

Stay in the house, and don’t cry, and you- 
may hold my kitty as much as you want to, 
and take my best dolly, and we can play 
supper, and have out her best teaset, and 
have some sweet cinnamon-water in the. tea- 
pot of the teaset, and you can be the father 
and I can be the mother, and the dollies will 
be the children ; and maybe if you are a good 
boy, some day papa will buy you a beautiful 
pony that will go just as fast as it can go ! 





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BUNNY. 

Say Lady, please won’t you buy our 
Bunny ? 

He has long ears, and he is white, and he 
has not much tail, mamma says, to be 
stepped on; and he jumps very far, and he 
is a cunning Bunny, and he is very white, 
and his ears are very long ; but mamma 
wants to sell him because he eats her shawl, 
and papa wants to sell him because he eats 
his peas, and sister wants us to because he 
eats her flowers, and the cook wants us to 
because he brings dirt into the house, and 
Arthur wants us to because he gnawed his 
new kite, for there was paste on that kite, 
and please won’t you buy him, and then if 
you will we can have the money to buy a 
shiny rattle with shiny bells on it to hang 
in baby-brother’s stocking, his red one with 
that long leg, and that will make him laugh 
and say, “ Goo ! goo ! goo ! ” 

Oh, buy our little Bunny, 

For he is very funny. 

And we’ll sell our funny Bunny 
For very little money. 

He is white as any milk, 


And his fur is soft as silk, 

Though his tail quite short appears, 
He does not lack for ears. 

And with very little money, 



And give him to your sonny, 
And we can have the money, 
And the sonny have the Bunny, 


THE SHIP. 


A Ship goes sailing over the sea. Her 
sails are set, her flags are flying. Night and 
day she goes sailing, sailing, sailing over the 
sea. 

The people who stay in her behold on all 
sides water; no ground, no trees, no houses ; 
only water all around, and aky above. 

But other ships sometimes sail past, and 
now and then little birds alight on the mast 
tops— poor little birds, tired with flying so 
far from land ; and there are often little birds 
which skim along on the tops of the waves, 
dipping their breasts in the sea-foam. 

Sometimes a fish leaps out from the sea, 
and sometimes a big, dark whale, bigger 
than any live creature you ever saw, is 
seen floating on the water ; but this seldom 
happens. 

If a very strong wind should blow, nearly 
all the sails of the ship would have to be 
taken down or else the wind would blow her 
over. 

Were you in the ship you might sail away 
to the South where oranges, figs, bananas, 
and pine-apples grow. 








STINGY BETTY. 


PART FIRST. 

There was once a little girl named Betty 
who was so stingy that when she had pretty 
toys, books, or anything good to eat, she 
kept them all for herself, and was not willing 
to give any to her little sister Ann. One 
day a lady sent Betty a small box of sugar- 
plums. It was a red box with yellow stars 
painted on the cover. Betty carried it up- 
stairs and while she was looking at the yellow 
stars she heard Ann coming up. What 
should she do ? Where should she put the 
box? On the mantel ? No; Ann could see it 
there. On the closet shelf? No; Ann might 
open the door. Far back on the table ? No ; 
Ann could climb in a chair, and reach far 
back on the table. In the drawer? No; 
Ann often opened the drawer. Under the 
chair cushion ? No; Ann might sit on the 
chair cushion and feel something underneath 
and look under and find the box. Hold it 
under her apron ? No ; Ann would peep under 
to see. Something must be done quickly. 
Her brother’s Sunday shoes stood close by ; 
she put the box into one of those shoes, 


to hide it so that she need not give Ann any 
of the sugar plums. Presently Frisk, the dog, 
came bounding into the room and began 
playing with the shoes. When Betty tried 
to drive him away he took in his mouth 
the shoe which had the box inside, and ran 



off with it, out of the house. Betty caught 
her hat and ran after him, shouting, “Back, 
come back ! Frisk ! Frisk ! Frisk ! Back ! 
Back ! ” Frisk would not come ; but he 
did something curious with the shoe, as will 
be seen on the next leaf. 


STINGY BETTY. 


PART SECOND. 

Away went Frisk with the shoe as fast as 
he could go. 

Away went Betty after him as fast as she 
could go. 

Her hat blew over the fence, but she did 
not mind that. 

Frisk was running towards a pond, and 
oh, if he should go into it, shoe, box, sugar- 
plums and all ! 

Frisk did that very thing; went in, shoe, 
box, sugar-plums and all. 

There was a goose drinking at the edge of 
the pond. 

This goose heard the noise and flew 

up. 

Frisk jumped at the goose, and in jumping 
he dropped the shoe into the water, and 
the cover came off the box, and the sugar- 
plums were spilled into the shoe. 

Betty got a stick, and waded in, and hooked 
up the shoe with the stick, but by that time 
the sugarplums had melted nearly away, and 
the box, and the box cover with its yellow 
stars were soaked with pond water. 


Betty waded out and sat down on the 
bank, and cried, holding the shoe in her 
hand. 

“ Don’t cry, my child,” said a man who 
was passing, “ the shoe will soon dry in the 
hot sun.” 



SHOE, BOX AND ALL. 


“ I’m not crying for the shoes,” said Betty. 
“ Why, then, are you crying ? ” he asked. 
Betty was ashamed to tell the man about 
the sugar-plums. 


THE BEES. 


Bees, bees, buzzing bees, are you talking 
to each other in buzz-talk ; and what are you 
saying ? 

Are you telling stories of the butterflies 
you meet in the fields, of the bumblebees, 
the humming-birds and the flies, and telling 
what they all said to you ? 

The butterflies can make no sound, poor 
things ; but you may know what they mean, 
and what they think about. 

Do butterflies think ? Do they feel 
badly because they cannot sing, nor buzz, 
nor chirp, nor hum ? Tell them I am sorry. 
Do they have any nests anywhere ? Do 
they lay eggs ? How big are their eggs? 

Do bees lay eggs ? Do you have any little 
bee-children ? Do they buzz ? Do they 
have to learn how to buzz, or do they know 
themselves ? 

Perhaps you are telling each other of 
fields of clover you have found, or of apple 
blossoms, roses, heliotrope, syringa and say- 
ing which kinds make the sweetest honey. 

Let me tell you that over my window runs 
a sweet-scented honeysuckle, all in bloom. 


The humming-birds come there, and the 
bumblebees, and now and then a wasp flies 
near. 



“ARE you telling stories?” 


Are you friends with the wasps? and are 
the bumblebees your cousins ? 

If I could only understand buzz-talk, then 
I should know what you are saying. 


THE CHICKENS. 

Rooster . ( On a big stone.) As you all 
have your mouths open, I suppose you wish 
to learn to crow. Very well, stand in a row, 
and learn to crow. It is time you should 
learn to crow. If you do not learn to crow 
you will never make a noise in the world. 
Think of all the roosters you know and say 
if there is one who cannot crow. I mean, 
of course, the grown up roosters. Very 
soon you will be grown up roosters and if 
you shall then be unable to crow, what will 
you do ? One might as well not be a 
rooster at all as not to be able to crow ! How 
would your hens know when to get up in 
the morning if you could not crow and wake 
them ? How would people know that you 
yourselves were awake ? How could you 
answer other roosters when they crowed to 
you from other barn yards ? How badly the 
people would feel to lose the music you 
would furnish by your crowing ! And our 
family are said to have a remarkably sweet 
crow! Now then. Look at me! Begin, 
Cock-a-doodle-doo ! Do you hear that? If you 
hear it, why don’t you crow it ? Hark ! I’ll do 


it again, Cock-a-doodle-doo ! Cock-a-doodle 
do-o-o-o ! Ah ! There comes your mother. 
Mrs. Hen, your children open their mouths, 
but do not crow. 

Hen . Mr. Rooster, my children’s mouths 
are open for food, and not to crow. 

Rooster . If that is so Mrs. Hen, then I 
will go, Mrs. Hen. 

Hen. Yes, Mr. Rooster, and it would be a 



good thing if you would go to some soft 
place and scratch for worms. I do my best, 
but with five mouths to feed, one pair of 
claws is hardly enough. 

Cock-a-doodle-doo ! 

I have too much to do. 

Oh if you only knew 
How much I have to do ! 


IF. 


If the boys drew the sled, 

And the dogs had the ride, 

If the boys watched outdoors, 

And the dogs stayed inside, 

How funny ’t would be ! 

If dogs wore the clothes, 

And the boys wore none, 

If dogs ate the meat, 

And boys had the bone, 

How funny ’t would be ! 

If dogs whistled to boys, 

And boys came at their call ; 

If dogs studied the lessons, 

And boys none at all, 

How funny ’twould be ! 

If boys barked like dogs, 

And dogs talked like boys 

If boys were the dogs 
And dogs were the boys, 

How funny ’twould be ! 


HOW FUNNY ’TWOULD BE ! 


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KATRINA. 


There was once a little city girl named 
Katrina. She and her mother lived in one 
room of an old tenement house in a dark 
dismal street ; a desolate room ; no carpet, 
no pictures, no sunshine. The women were 
noisy and quarrelsome, the boys and girls 
fought each other constantly, and talked bad 
talk. Katrina’s mother was too sick to 
work, and all the money they had was earned 
by Katrina in selling oranges and apples on 
the street. The street she liked best was 
one which had in the middle a small grass 
plot fenced about with an iron fence. She 
often stood looking through this fence at the 
grass and at the few clover blossoms which 
grew among it. One hot dusty day she put 
her hand through and plucked a clover blos- 
som to carry to the little lame boy who lived 
in the room next her mother’s. The police- 
man scolded her for this. A kind lady who 
was passing stopped and asked her if she 
would like to go with her to her home by the 
sea, and stay a week, where there was plenty 
of green grass. “ Oh, yes,” said Katrina, 
“ if my mother is willing.” 



KATRINA 


KATRINA. 

PART SECOND. 

The lady talked with Katrina’s mother 
and quickly made her willing. She left her 
money enough to last a week and paid the 
little lame boy’s mother to take care of her 
through that week. The lady’s home was by 
the sea, but there were green fields all around 
and woods and hills not far away. The 
house was a summer house and had a wide 
arched doorway, from which you could look 
off upon the blue water, or back upon the 
fields and meadows. The cars by which the 
lady and Katrina travelled from the city took 
them past miles and miles of woods and 
fields. Katrina had not known there were 
things so beautiful. In going from the cars 
to the house she stopped continually to pick 
daisies arid buttercups. It seemed wonder- 
ful that she could have as many as she 
wanted. 

As they came near the house the lady 
pointed to the arched doorway. Her dear 
little baby was there with nurse and its 
auntie, and the nurse was amusing baby 
with a Jumping Jack. 


JUMPING JACK 




KATRINA. 


TART THIRD. 

The lady’s house was called Seabrink cot- 
tage. There were other cottages not far 
off, and on the day after Katrina’s arrival the 
grown up people and boys and girls of these 
cottages and of Seabrink cottage, went on a 
sailing party ; they went in carriages to the 
place where sail-boats were kept, and stayed 
there about an hour sitting on the rocks and 
picking up shells. Katrina got her pocket 
half full of little shells, pink ones and white 
ones, to carry home to the little lame child. 
Among the party was a boy who lived at the 
mountains and who had never before been to 
the sea-shore. This boy thought he would dig 
some clams. He got a shovel, and began to 
dig, and very soon found a clam. “What is 
that ? ” he asked of a boy near by. “ Thaf 
is a clam,” said the other boy. “ Oh, no,” said 
the mountain boy. “ I have seen clams in 
cans. They are small and soft. This is large 
and hard.” “Clams are small and soft,” said 
the other boy, “but they live in shells, and the 
shells are large and hard.” “ I did not know 
that,” said the mountain boy. 



DIGGING 


CLAMS 







KATRINA. 


PART FOURTH. 

When the sail-boat was ready the whole 
party went on board, sailed far off from 
shore, caught some codfish, then sailed to a 
beautiful island. On the island lived a man 
who owned a shed. The shed had a stove 
in it, and the stove had kettles. The stove 
pipe ran through the shed window, and the 
smoke went through the stovepipe. The 
man let our party have his shed and his 
stove, and his kettles, and his dishes ; the 
ladies of the party, assisted by the gentle- 
men, made a good fish-chowder, and this good 
fish-chowder was passed round to the people 
as they sat upon rocks, looking forth upon 
the sea. On their way home from the Is- 
land they sang songs and told stories. They 
passed a fine ship at anchor, and gave three 
cheers for the sailors on'board, and the sail- 
ors gave them three cheers in return. They 
went ashore from the sail-boat in a small 
skiff-boat, as the sail-boat would not float 
close to the land with so many on board. 
Afterwards all the people took hold by a 
rope and pulled the sail-boat nearer. 


J'HE SAIL 



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KATRINA. 

PART FIFTH. 

Every day Katrina went out into the 
fields. She liked to lie right down among 
the tall grass, and feel it cool upon her 
cheeks, and smell the earth, and look up at 
the sky, and to see the daisies and grass 
blossoms nodding above her head, and listen 
to the various sounds of birds, bees, and 
grasshoppers ; all these things were so beau- 
tiful to a child coming from the dusty 
city ! 

It seemed to her that every hour was more 
delightful than the one before it. One after- 
noon she went with the lady, and auntie, and 
some others to a place owned by a gentle- 
man ; a place adorned by many fine trees, 
as well as by blossoming shrubs and brilliant 
flower gardens. It had also a lake, and in 
this lake w T ere tame swans, and the swans 
swam close in among the rocks. There were 
boats with awnings, and while some of the 
party stayed on shore with the swans, others 
went off in the boats. Katrina did both, 
and, oh, what happiness for the poor little 
city child ! 


TAME SWANS. 













KATRINA. 

PART SIXTH. 

Now this is something curious. The day 
after the swan party, both the lady and 
auntie noticed that Katrina looked quite 
sober. “ Perhaps she is not feeling well,” 
said auntie. “We will ask her,” said the 
lady. When Katrina came in, they found by 
asking, that she was thinking of a little city 
girl named Lucia, and wishing that she too, 
might come to that pleasant place. Lucia’s 
father made her stand all day on the corner 
by the little fenced in green spot, in the city 
selling chestnuts and peanuts, and he spent 
some of the money for rum to drink, and 
if she did not get much money he beat 
her. 

“ Does she stand on the corner very near 
that fenced in green spot ? ” asked auntie. 

“ Yes, ma’am ; ” said Katrina. 

“ How very curious ! ” said auntie. “ One 
snowy day last winter I saw that little girl 
and made a sketch of her, just as she stood, 
wrapping her shawl tight about her.” 

Auntie brought the picture and Katrina 
said it looked exactly like Lucia. 


LUCIA. 









KATRINA. 


PART SEVENTH. 

The lady and auntie both thought it 
would be pleasant to have Lucia come for a 
few days and the next thing was to write her 
a letter. 

Katrina said she could not write, but she 
would print a letter to Lucia, as Lucia would 
then know for certain that she was asked to 
come among friends. The children of the 
family were eager that Lucia should come 
and told Katrina many things to put in the 
letter. A little girl of the family sat close 
to her and whispered softly : 

“ Tell her I will love her.” 

A boy of the family said, “ Do be sure 
and tell her about the row-boat.” 

And little three-year-old Tommy, not quite 
knowing what was going on, held his chin 
above the table and said : 

“ Tell I’ve dot a wockin’ horse ! ” 

A gentleman who was going to the city in 
the morning, took the letter, and took also 
some money to Lucia’s family, and Lucia 
came back with him at night, all in time for 
the next day’s woods -party. 


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WRITING THE LETTER. 










KATRINA. 


PART EIGHTH. 

A woods party ! How Katrina and Lucia 
enjoyed it ! What happiness for these poor 
city children to sit upon the soft green moss, 
under tall trees, to breathe the woods air, to 
smell woods fragrance, to wander here and 
there, gathering wild flowers ! At the foot 
of the hill a little brook ran tinkling past, 
and plenty of wild flowers grew r by this 
brook. 

Some of the girls got leaves and made 
them into wreaths, and some trimmed 
their hats with these wreaths. Katrina had 
no idea that there were leaves of so many 
different shapes. She tried to find one of 
each shape to take home to the little lame 
boy. 

She got the long and scalloped oak leaf, 
the short and scalloped maple leaf, the 
pointed wild-cherry leaf, the needle-shaped 
pine leaf, and the slender narrow grass leaf. 

Tommy ran about bareheaded, among the 
trees, capering and shouting. There were 
two children there whom he liked very 
much. I will tell you why. 



A WOODS PARTY, 


KATRINA. 

PART NINTH. . 

The boy and girl had spoken pleasantly 
to Tommy. That was it, exactly. Tommy 
followed this boy and girl all about, first to 
the place where the songs were, then to the 
place where the band of music was playing, 
then to other places, and Katrina had enough 
to do in following Tommy. The boy and 
girl, just for fun, kept hiding to see if 
Tommy could find them. They hid in a 
building which was near the place where the 
band of music was playing, they hid in a 
shed which belonged to the building which 
was near the place where the band of music 
was playing, and the boy even hid in a hogs- 
head which was behind the shed which be- 
longed to the building which was near the 
place where the band of music was play- 
ing. 

Tommy peeped through the bunghole and 
found him. At last they hid in a tree-parlor, 
a wooden tree-parlor, built high in a tree 
with steps leading up to it. But the first 
thing they knew there was Tommy smiling 
at them, and climbing up the steps. 






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KATRINA. 

PART TENTH. 

That tree-parlor was a delightful place. 
You could there have your head close in 
among the cool green leaves, and from the 
railing a spry boy could swing himself to the 
branches and then climb up, up, up, almost 
to the tip-top. 

Katrina and Lucia had followed Tommy 
into the tree-parlor, and while standing there 
they all heard a distant sound of singing. 
It came nearer and nearer. Now it ceased, 
now it began again. It was the sound of 
girls’ voices, ringing out sweet and clear 
among the trees. Presently came in sight a 
procession of girls. They belonged to the 
F. C. B. school, and they had been gathering 
wild flowers to send to children who were 
sick in a city hospital. Some of them car- 
ried green boughs, and some were decked in 
garlands of flowers. In passing near the 
tree they began the song, 

“ Oh how I love the woods ! ” 

Katrina and Lucia were so earnestly 
watching the singers that they did not notice 
Tommy creeping down the steps. 















KATRINA. 

PART ELEVENTH. 

Others had come up into the tree-parlor, 
and all were watching the procession as it 
passed out of sight, keeping very still in 
order to catch the last faint notes of the 
music. Suddenly there came a different 
sound from another direction; a long, loud, 
sharp, “ Hoo — oo — oo — oo ! ” It came 
again. “ That is Tommy’s voice,” said 
Katrina. ‘ I have heard him make that 
very same sound.” Katrina, Lucia and the 
others went down the steps and towards the 
place whence the sound had seemed to come, 
which was the shed. “ I see nothing there 
but a hogshead,” said one.” “ There’s a cat 
by the hogshead.” said another, “and I think 
she acts as if there were something strange 
in the hogshead.” Just at that moment two 
small hands were placed on the rim of the 
hogshead, and a curly head bobbed up and 
down. Tommy had climbed into the hogs- 
head and he could not get out. He could 
only pull himself up by his hands and call, 
“ Hoo — oo — oo — oo — oo ! ” through the 
bunghole. 





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tommy’s mishap. 






KATRINA. 

PART TWELFTH. 

The party went home as they came, in a 
iarge hay-wagon, only that in going home 
they fastened green boughs along the sides, 
and of course in going from the woods, 
people would have their hats and bonnets 
trimmed with leaves. A curious little inci- 
dent happened on the way. As they were 
passing a lonely cottage, three children 
rushed out, crying, “ oh, dear ! It is gone ! 
oh, dear ! ” 

These children had opened the birdcage. 
The bird flew out of the cage and out of 
the house to the roadside and began to 
pick the ground. 

The hay-wagon party stopped their 
horses. 

Suddenly a barefoot boy jumped over a 
fence, took off his hat, and tried to clap it 
over the bird. 

But the bird was too quick for him. It flew 
into a field, and the hay-wagon party never 
knew if it ever came back to its cage. 

There is no time to tell of all the pleas- 


ures Lucia and Katrina enjoyed in the coun- 
try. It can only be told, now, that Katrina 
carried back to the little lame boy, shells, 



“ OH, YES, I CAN REACH-” 


pebbles, pictures, pressed flowers, leaves and 
grasses, and that they amused him in many 
of his lonely hours. 


OLIVER. 


Oliver had one thought. He had more 
thoughts than one, but he thought this 
thought more than any other. He thought 
it when he lay down at night, and when he 
opened his eyes in the morning, and many 
times during the day. 

The thought was — How I wish I could 
earn money to keep my mother from work- 
ing so hard ! 

The way, the way, the way ! 

This was what he did not know. 

But he kept the thought in mind, and one 
day in walking through the street, he picked 
up some long strips of willow which had 
been dropped in the doorway of a building. 
They seemed to belong inside. He carried 
them in, and there he found some boys cov- 
ering jugs and bottles with basket work 
made of such strips. 

Oliver got some of this work to do, and 
after that instead of thinking I wish I could, 
he thought, I can. 

But this second thought could never have 
come had he not thought so earnestly the 
first thought. 


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THE ISLAND. 

PART FIRST. 

Mr. Bangs, Mrs. Bangs and their three 
children lived upon an island surrounded by 
water. 

No other persons lived there. 

One of their children was a baby. As 
Mrs. Bangs did not like animals they kept 
no animals except .a few hens, a cow, and a 
rooster. 

One day some young fellows came to 
the island in a boat, and for the sake of mis- 
chief put the cow in their boat, carried her 
to a very small rocky island and left her 
there. 

No one lived on that rocky island. 
When it came milking time that night, Mr. 
Bangs could not find the cow. 

The baby crying for milk, and no cow ! 

That baby cried nearly all night. 

It would not take sweetened water ; it 
would not take gruel. 

At sunrise, Mr. Bangs, his boy and girl 
went to look for the cow, and Mrs. Bangs 
drew the baby out-doors round and round 
the house till at last it fell asleep. 


Mrs. Bangs then went in to prepare 
breakfast. 

Suddenly she heard the rooster crow close 
by. “ He’ll wake that baby ! ” cried Mrs. 



Bangs, and ran to the door, where she saw 
not only the rooster, but a cat jumping at 
the rooster. The baby was staring at the 
cat. 


THE ISLAND. 


PART SECOND. 

“ A cat ! ” cried Mrs. Bangs. “ A cat on 
this island ! ” 

Just then Mr. Bangs came towards the 
house with his boy and girl. 

“ We haven’t found the cow,” said Mr. 
Bangs. 

“ She has turned into a cat ! ” said Mrs. 
Bangs. 

“ A cat ! ” cried Mr. Bangs and his boy 
and girl. 

“ Don’t you see her? ” asked Mrs. Bangs. 

“To be sure that is a cat,” said Mr. 
Bangs. 

“And she has a ribbon,” said the girl. 

“ Perhaps her owner’s name is on the 
ribbon,” said the boy. 

There was no name on the ribbon. As 
they were looking at it a fisherman came up. 
“ That is my little girl’s cat,” said he. “ It fol- 
lowed me into the boat. I have been off fish- 
ing, and I came ashore here to beg a drink 
of milk.” 

“We have lost our cow,” said Mr. Bangs. 


“ How she could get off this island we don’t 

o 

k now. 

“ Was she a red cow with large white 
spots ? ” asked the fisherman. 

“ She was,” said Mr. Bangs. 

“ I saw such a cow on Rocky Island,” said 
the fisherman. 



FROM ROCKY ISLAND. 


“ It must be my cow,” said Mr. Bangs. 

The fisherman went with Mr. Bangs to 
get the cow. As the boat was small, Mr. 
Bangs held the cow’s head on the edge of 
the boat, and made her swim. 


FREDDY’S SONGS. 

Oh yes, I can reach up. Now 1 will sing 

my songs : 

Down yonder red lane there lives an old 
fox, 

There he sits in his hole, boys, a smacking 
his chops. 

Shall we go catch him ? Shall we go catch 
him ? 

Shall we go catch him ? yes, boys if you 
can. 

’Tis down the red lane, and ’tis down the red 
lane, 

Oh we’ll merrily hunt the fox down the red 
lane. 

Boney bone bone ! Oh, boney bone bone ! 

Where is the dog with the marrow bone ? 

Now this one: 

Little Johnny Jincunjag, he had a great 
white nag, 

And he thought he’d go a riding. 

He had a cloak, the color of smoke, 


All buttoned up under his chin, 

He had a feather, to meet the weather, 
And he said, 

“Let little John Jincunjag in ! 



‘•TOO QUICK FOR HIM.” 


Come in ! come in ! come in ! 

Let little John Jincunjag in!” 

Some day I will sing, “John Dobbin. 


THE LITTLE FISHERS. 


Jack. I mean to catch a mackerel. What 
are you going to catch, Nellie? 

Nellie. I’m oping to catch an oyster. 

Jack. Oh Nellie ! you can’t catch an oyster ! 

Nellie. Why ? Do they run fast ? 

Jack. Oh no. They don’t run. But they 
won’t bite. 

Nellie. Won’t oysters bite ? 

Jack. Oh no ; they won’t bite. 

Nellie. Sure, certainly true ? 

Jack. Sure, certainly true. 

Nellie. If it won’t bite me, I should like 
to catch one. 

Jack. I mean they won’t bite the hook 
and be pulled out. 

Nellie. Would a whale bite a hook ? If 
it will I will catch a whale. 

Jack. Nellie ! you could not lift a whale ! 

Nellie. Then you would help me. 

Jack. Both of us could not. 

Nellie . Then Benny might take hold. 

Jack. All three of us could not. Why 
Nellie, a whale is bigger than a cow! 

Nellie. Is it bigger than two cows ? 

Jack. Yes, indeed! 



Jack. If he did not swallow us. 

Nellie. Could he swallow both of us ? 
Jack. As quick as a wink. 

Nellie. And the fishing poles too ? 

Jack. I — I don’t — I’ll ask the teacher. 


Nellie. Bigger than three ? 

Jack. Yes, bigger than ten ! or twenty ! 
Nellie . Oh Jack ! not twenty. 

Jack. Yes, we could sit in his mouth. 
Nellie. Could we get out again ? 


“ WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO CATCH ? 


RIDING. 


Now auntie, I will be the papa and you 
be my little girl. I shall take a ride to Bos- 
ton. Good-bye, little girl, papa will come 
back pretty soon and bring little girl a doll. 
Get up ! old horse. Ridey ride, ridey ride, 
ridey ride, ridey ride. Now IVe come to 
Boston. How do you do, Mr. Storekeeper ? 
Any dolls in your store ? Hundred dollars. 
Now we go back home. Get up, old horse ! 
Get up ! Ridey ride, ridey ride, ridey ride, 
ridey ride. Stop! old Jack-horse wants to 
drink. Here, Jack-horse, drink some water! 
Now we go again. Ridey ride, ridey ride, 
ridey ride. How do you do, little girl ? 
Papa has come back. Put your dolly in 
a drawer. Now I am going again, little 
girl. What shall I buy you? candy? No, 
candy is not good for little girls. I will go 
to grandpas house and bring you a g-r-e-a-t 
piece of grandma’s gingerbread. Get up, 
old horse ! I’m going to gallop. Run out of 
the way children and little dogs. You will 
get run over. How do you do grandma? 
Will you send my little girl a piece of gin- 
gerbread ? Thank you. Ridey ride, and 



ride, and ride. Here little girl. Don’t eat 
it all. Give some to other little girls. Now 
I shall ride to Boston to buy my little girl a 
picture book. Good bye, little girl ! Don’t 
cry ! Papa will come back pretty soon. 
Here we go to Boston. Ta gallop — ta 
gallop — ta gallop ! whoa ! whoa ! Here is 


“GOOD BYE LITTLE GIRL.” 

the Picture-Book-Man. Mr. Picture-Book- 
Man, I want a picture book for my little 
girl. Twenty hundred pictures. Very 
many stories. Now we go back, gallop — 
ta gallop — ta gallop! Here little girl; 
here is a picture book with twenty hundred 
pictures. Very many stories. 


NELLIE MAY. 


I'm going to be a grandma, 

And stay in grandmas chair. 

Oh won’t she laugh when she comes home, 
And finds me sitting there ? 


I’ll rummage in the garret, 

And fetch her old black bonnet, 
Which has a ruffle round the edge, 
And bows of ribbon on it. 


And then her old black dress' 

If ever I can find it, 

With oh, what funny, funny sleeves ! 
And buttons put behind it. 


And when all these are on me, 

Then I will take my seat, 

In grandma’s two-armed rocking chair, 
With her cricket at my feet. 


— Now don’t I look like grandma ? 
I’ll sit up very straight. 


Hark ! There she comes ! I hear, I hear 
The clicking of the gate ! 



NELLIE MAY. 


Perhaps she’ll think I’m company, 
Come in to spend the day, 

Oh, won’t she laugh when she finds out 
’Tis only Nellie May? 


CAT-LAND. 


PART FIRST. 

Bessy took her dolly, crept into bed, shut 
her eyes, and in a dream went off to Cat- 
land. 

There she saw her own cat — Milk- 
weed — dressed in a fine shawl and hat, 
rocking a mouse to sleep, and singing a 
cradle song. 

The hat was of the kind called dress 
hat. 

“ Why are you here ? ” asked Bessie. “ I 
thought you were asleep on the rug.” 

“ Cats always come to Cat-land in their 
sleep,” said Milkweed, “but don’t talk loud, 
I wish Mouse to have his nap.” 

“ Is Mouse your child ? ” asked Bessie. 

“ He is my dream-child,” said Milk- 
weed. 

“ Why do you keep your things on in the 
house ? ” asked Bessie. 

“ I am going out,” said Milkweed. “ Mouse 
sometimes frets and squeals and bawls and 
snarls, and I am going to ask Aunt Tabby 
how I shall punish him.” 

“ May I go with you ? ” asked Bessie. 


“ As far as the house,” said Milkweed, “ but 
do not go in. Aunt Tabby hates girls and 
dolls. She might hurt you. But be quiet, 
now. I must go on with my song. 

“ Rockery, byery, mew, mew, mew. 

Furrery, purrery, shoo, shoo, shoo. 



KOCKERY, BYERY, MEW, MEW, MEW. 


Whiskery, smellery, ears turned down. 
Pawsery, clawsery over the town. 
Songery, tailery, bird in a tree. 
Cornery, cheesery, quee, quee, quee.” 


CAT-LAND. 

PART SECOND. 

Bessie peeped in through the door crack. 
Aunt Tabby, dressed in cap and ruffle, sat 
in her arm chair knitting. “ Good morning, 
Aunt Tabby,” said Milkweed. “ Good morn- 
ing,” said Aunt Tabby, sternly. “ I have 
come to ask your advice,” said Milkweed. 
“ Very well ; ask it,” said Aunt Tabby, look- 
ing over her spectacles. “ Please what shall 
I do to make Mouse behave properly ? 

He frets and squeals and bawls and 
snarls,” said Milkweed. “ Does anybody 
like to hear him ? ” asked Aunt Tabby. 
“ Nobody, no,” said Milkweed. “ Punish 
him,” said Aunt Tabby. “ How ? ” asked 
Milkweed. “ Do you see your grandfathers 
picture on the wall ? ” asked Aunt Tabby. 
“Yes ma’am,” said Milkweed. “He knew 
how to punish bad children,” said Aunt Tab- 
by. “What did he do with them” asked 
Milkweed. “ Shut them up in a hot oven,” 
said Aunt Tabby. “How hot?” asked 
Milkweed. “ Oh, about pokery hot,” said 
Aunt Tabby. “ What shall I do if he 
cries?” asked Milkweed. 


“ Sin g him this song,” said Aunt Tabby. 
“ Oh, Tatty, titty, titty, tatty, tit. 

Batty bitty, bitty batty, bit ! 

Who are bit ? All, says kit. 



“ VERY WELL ; ASK IT.” 


All bit, kit ? All, says kit. 

Oh, Patty, pitty, pitty patty, pit ! 

Who likes to hear him, 

When he does so? 

Nobody likes to. Nobody. No.” 





CAT-LAND. 

PART THIRD. 

“ Can I stay to dinner with you ? ” asked 
Bessie. 

“Yes,” said Milkweed, “but it is not a 
dinner, it is a Kettledrum. You will have 
to hold your dolly, as Mouse must use the 
high chair. He will surely be good, for I 
have told him what Aunt Tabby said. You 
may amuse him till you are called to 
table.” 

Bessie amused him by singing the song of 
Tatty, titty, which made him laugh till he 
squealed and rolled over and over. 

“ Come now,” said Milkweed. “ I keep on 
my hat. It is a dress hat, and dress hats 
are kept on at kettledrums. I will carve 
and you may pour out. Mouse, my dear, I 
am pleased that you behave so properly at 
table. After we have eaten our ice cream, 
I will sing you a beautiful new song called, 
Tatty, titty.” 

These two words sent Mouse into fits of 
laughter. He wriggled, giggled, squealed, 
upset dishes, and when reproved he began 
to fret, squeal, bawl and snarl. 


“ Leave the table at once ! ” said Milk- 
weed, sternly. 

He couldn t help it,” said Bessie. “ I 
sang him Tatty, titty.” 



“I WILL CARVE AND YOU MAY POUR OUT. ” 


At the mention of Tatty, titty, Mouse went 
heels over head to keep himself from laugh- 
ing, and squeaked and squealed all the way 
out of the room. 


CAT-LAND. 

PART FOURTH. 

Milkweed removed her hat, called Mouse 
to the kitchen, and opened the oven door. 
“ Walk in here,” she said. Mouse kept her 
distance. 

“ Please may I come in ? ” asked Bessy. 

“ No,” said Milkweed. “ I must deal 
with him alone. Mouse, walk this way.” 

“ It is too hot,” said Mouse. 

“ Come ! ” said Milkweed. 

“ It will bake me,” said Mouse. 

“Must I speak again?” asked Milkweed; 
and she went to seize him. Mouse slipped 
under her paw, rolled heels over head across 
the room, and sprang into Bessy’s arms and 
Bessy began to cry, and in crying, she 
waked up. Her mother stood near. 

“ Why Besssy ! ” said she. “ What have 
you been dreaming ? ” 

Bessy told her dream. 

The family were very much amused with 
Bessy’s dream. 

Her grown-up sister learned the songs, 
and sometimes, after Bessie or some of the 
other children had done things which were 


very much like snarling, fretting, squealing or 
bawling, this sister would sing a line or two 
from the songs, say, “ whiskery, smellery,” or 



WALK IN HERE.” 


“ clawsery, pawsery,” or “ Tatty titty/’ al- 
ways ending with, 

“ Who likes to hear them when they do so? 
Nobody likes to, Nobody. No.” 


THE LITTLE SWEEPING GIRL. 


Hark, to the little sweeping girl ! 

The busy little sweeping girl ! 

This is her song as she passes by: 

Oh, ladies look down from your windows, 
pray ! 

Do you want any help ? any help, to-day ? 

Rooms to sweep ? Have you any rooms 
to sweep? stairs? any stairs? front stairs? 
back stairs ? cellar stairs ? attic stairs ? 
carpets? any carpets? rag carpets? stair 
carpets ? hemp carpets ? oil cloth carpets ? 
cork carpets? Brussels, Venetian, Axmin- 
ster, Tapestry? two-ply? three-ply? 

Here’s your little sweeper, 

No help was ever cheaper. 

For a penny or two, 

Heaps of work I will do. 

Brush down cobwebs, brush up lint, 
threads, sand, bits of paper, 

And every such thing I can find, 

Leaving scarcely a dust-speck behind. 
Here I am then, ready for your call, 

Big broom, little broom, dustpan and all. 



NO HELP WAS EVER CHEAPER. 






THE LILY. 


Mabel was the child of a poor woman. 
One day a lady gave her a lily; a large 
white lily growing on its slender stalk. 
Mabel hastened home to show it to her 
mother and to put it in water. They had 
no vase, but she found a milk pitcher and 
put the lily in that and set the pitcher on a 
table. There was an old torn book on the 
table. “ This must not stay near my beauti- 
ful lily,” said she, and took the book away. 
In like manner she removed a soiled ribbon, 
a torn glove, a broken cup, some scraps of 
old paper, and other unsightly things, till at 
Inst there was left near the lily nothing 
which was soiled or ugly. This makes me 
remember what I once saw in the country. 
Half a dozen little girls while playing to- 
gether got into a quarrel, called each other 
names and showed ill temper. After this 
had lasted some time, a pleasant faced child 
came among them, spoke pleasantly to them 
all, and would not be made cross by any- 
thing they said. Presently I noticed that 
the quai relling had stopped. Cross words, 
and ugly looks had to give way in the pres- 



ence of the gentle child, just as all un- 
beautiful things had to be removed from the 
presence of the beautiful lily. 


THE THREE GIRLS. 


“ A picture without a story/' said Frank. 
“We shall have to make the story ourselves. 
What are the girls doing? ” “ It is plain to 

me,” said Rosa, “ that they went a voyage in 
a ship and were shipwrecked in a high wind, 
and cast ashore on a rocky island. They 
are making a fire to warm themselves by.” 
“ But would they not have some outside 
things on, ” asked Betty. “ Oh, no,” said 
Rosa. “ The high wind blew those off of 
them. The wind is still blowing and that 
is why the girls are behind that piece of wall. 
The wall is part of a hut which some ship- 
wrecked sailors built there long before.” 
“ It is strange there are no grown up people 
with these girls,” said Frank. “ The grown 
people have been cast ashore on another 
part of the island,” said Rosa. “ That girl on 
the left looks anxiously off into the distance, 
hoping to see some one coming. The girl 
on the right appears quite sad. The mid- 
dle one keeps the fire going. I don’t know 
whether that box was washed ashore with 
the girls or was left there . by those sail- 


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THE GIRL WHO FOUND WHAT 
SHE WAS NOT LOOKING FOR. 


PART FIRST. 

Here we. go, up, up, up. 

This is a story of a girl who found what 
she was not iooking for. 

It will begin at the beginning. 

Once there was a girl, though it 
might just as well begin, once there was 
a cooky, for the cooky was at the begin- 
ning, as well as the girl. This will do : 

There was once a girl and a cooky. The 
girl was in one place and the cooky in another 
and the girl wished to be in the same place 
with the cooky, but she did not know where 
that place was. 

The cooky had been put 'away for her 
lunch, and she wished to find it and hold 
it in her hand till lunch time. It is a 
very pleasant thing to hold a cooky in the 
hand. 

The girl remembered that sometimes 
things were put upon the upper shelf. She 
remembered a red apple which had been 
given her from the upper shelf; also a 


bun with a plum in it. The shelf was high, 
but she thought a chair might be pushed 
to the closet and a girl might stand on the 



UP, UP, UP. 


back of the chair and so reach the upper 
shelf, and feel around among the dishes there. 
She tried this way, and went up, up, up. 




THE GIRL WHO FOUND WHAT 
SHE WAS NOT LOOKING FOR. 

PART SECOND. 

Here we go down, down, downy. 

Part second will give a particular account 
of what happened next. 

This girl, in trying to put her hand where 
the cooky might be, moved a tin pail which 
stood near the edge of the shelf, and moved 
it nearer the edge, so near that it went over 
and down, frightening the girl, who also 
went over and down, and at the same 
time other things went over and down, 
plates, pitchers, pots, pans, platters, and 
knives. 

There was milk in the pail, and although 
the girl was not looking for milk she 
found it. 

The people in the house hearing the 
noise, came in haste, and when they saw 
where the girl was, and where the chair 
was, and where the milk was, and where 
the plates, pitchers, pots, pans, platters 
and knives were, and that the girl was not 
hurt much, there was a good deal of 
laughing, and the girl’s brother sang: 


Before you go up, up, up, 

Have a plan, if you can, 

By which to come down, down, downy. 



For ’tis better if you can 
If you can, to have a plan. 

To have a plan is better than, 

Is better than, without a plan, 

Without a plan, to come down, downy. 



MARCH. 


“ Why do you like March, children ? the 
cold, bleak, blowy month of March ? 

“ Oh, auntie ! ” said Philip, “ don’t you see 
this beautiful slosh ? The snow melts and 
makes beautiful slosh, and we can put on 
our rubber boots and just wade, wade, wade ! 
Oh, I tell you ’tis fun ! ” 

“ I have no rubber boots,” said Ethel, 
*• but I can wade, some, and I like it.” 

“ And then we boys can make flows,” said 
Philip. “ The snow melts and runs in the 
gutters, and we take sticks and stones and 
mud, and dam up the water and make it 
make a pond, of itself, for you know the 
dam is built right across the gutter. Then 
we put chip boats in the pond, and then we 
all shout, Hurrah ! Hurrah ! and break the 
dam, and away goes the water with all the 
chip boats whirling along. Oh, ’tis fun ! ” 
“ And some flowers come in March,” said 
Ethel, “ no matter if it is cold, the crocuses 
and snow drops put their heads up.” 

“ That is true,” said auntie, “ and though 
I have no rubber boots to wade with, I do 
love the March flowers, for they come to 


comfort us when we can have no others.” 

“ I like March,” said cousin Prue, “ be- 
cause then the Procession begins to form.” 
“ The procession ? ” asked Ethel. 

“ Yes,” said cousin Prue, “the procession 



of the flowers. It is led by the crocuses 
and snow drops. After them come in order 
the violets, anemones, dandelions, buttercups, 
daisies, clover, wild-roses, asters, and golden- 
rod. A long procession. 


JUNE. 

The month beautiful ! other months are 
beautiful, but this is more beautiful. I will 
tell you why. 

You know, I suppose, that all the grass 
of all the meadows, waysides, and hills ; all 
the trees, shrubbery, garden plants, as well 
as the wheat, rye and barley of the grain 
fields, are green. Greenness is everywhere 
around. 

Now in June this is fresh and bright. 
Insects have not had time to spoil the 
leaves ; the summer sun has not scorched 
them ; the summer dust has not settled upon 
them. 

Also, at this early time of year, when the 
verdure is young and tender, it shows many 
different shades of green. 

Look out of the window and count, if you 
can, the different shades of green in woods, 
fields, orchards, and gardens. 

Then, too, in June comes the abundance 
of flowers. May brought us some, but in 
June they burst upon us in full array. The 
fields are all a-bloom with them. You can 
lie down there and be covered with them, 


and if you lie a long time, very still, a bird 
may come and sing his song right over your 
head; for June is a joyous month to the 
birds ! 

The longest days of the year come in 



June. If you get up at sunrise on the 
twenty-first of June, and go to bed at 
sunset, you will have fifteen hours to play, 
or to work in ; unless you should stop to 
eat something. 


JULY IN THE COUNTRY. 

'•‘One July, when I was a little girl,” said 
Aunt Rhoda, “ I made a visit to my grand- 
father’s in the country, and had a delightful 
time. The most delightful part of all was 
eoine barefoot. The children there all went 
barefoot, and right glad was I to be rid of 
my shoes and stockings, and feel upon my 
bare feet the touch of the damp earth, and 
of the cool grass. The stubble in the field 
where the grass had been mown was not 
pleasant walking at first, but I became used 
to that, and was eager to rake hay with the 
other children. We made houses in the 
hay cocks, and played live in them and go 
to see each other. Grandmother gave us 
seed-cakes and sweetened water for our tea- 
parties. The sweetened water was in a flat 
glass bottle which had on one side the figure 
of a bird. When the bottle was passed 
around we each took two swallows. The 
sweetened water had plenty of molasses in 
it. Sometimes grandfather took us on the 
pond in a boat, to get pond lilies. 
There were whole fleets of them float- 
ing on the water, and they looked like 


fleets of tiny white boats. The stems 
reached to the mud at the bottom, and were 
almost as long as I was. But you had to 
strip up your sleeve and take hold of the 
stem low down in the water, or else you 



might break it off short. I should like to 
be to-day in that same country home, going 
barefoot, raking hay, playing house in the 
hay-cocks, and gathering pond lilies.” 


FORTY TORPEDOES. 

The children coaxed Uncle Thomas to 
tell them a story beginning, “ Once upon a 
time'.' 

“ Once upon a time/' said Uncle Thomas, 
“ I was a selfish little boy.” 

“ Oh, we don’t believe that ! ” cried the 
children. 

“ Listen and you will hear,” said Uncle 
Thomas. 

“ I had been given forty torpedoes for the 
Fourth of July. Two other small boys were 
going to get up by daylight, oh, long before 
grown people should be up, and fire off tor- 
pedoes, and one of these small boys prom- 
ised to wake me by pulling a string. The 
string was to be tied to my arm and letdown 
from a window near my bed. After my 
oldest brother was in bed I crept to his room 
and persuaded him to tie the string to my 
arm. Now in the night, the open window 
fell and shut down upon the string, so that 
when the small' boy pulled it, I did not feel 
it, but slept on, and on, and on, till breakfast 
time. After breakfast I went out with my 
forty torpedoes. The two other small boys 


had used up theirs. I took my forty tor- 
pedoes to a large rock. The two small 
boys went with me. I began to throw my 
torpedoes against the rock, the two small 
boys standing by. They looked longingly 



TYING THE STRING. 


up in my face, and at the torpedoes, watched 
each one of the torpedoes as it struck the 
rock, but said not a word. I knew how 
they longed for them, but not one did I 
give them. 


DADDY LONGLEGS. 

Baby Freddy, do you see that Daddy 
Longlegs ? Eight legs! If Freddy had 
eight legs, Oh, what should we do with 
him ? He goes fast enough with two, and 
with eight, who would ever be able to catch 
him ? And he would go sideways, and 
backwards, and forwards, and be all over 
the room in a wink ! To be sure, if he 
should grow a big boy, eight legs would 
come handy in playing base ball ; but think 
of the shoes and stockings ! Four pairs of 
shoes and of stockings to put on and take 
off every day ! Put on and take off, did I 
say ? But think of the buying ! Four pairs 
of shoes from the shoe store at a time ! 
Buying did I say? But think of the knit- 
ting! I doubt if grandmother would be 
willing to knit stockings enough for Freddy 
to wear four pairs at a time ! Knitting, did 
I say ? But think of the darning ! Could 
mamma do the darning of stockings likely 
to come through the knees four pairs at a 
time ? And I am not sure but that Daddy 
Longlegs have two knees to each leg. Let 
us look closely and see. 





















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